A Squalling Night

A late night of winter, 

The clock jangle being twelve. 

My dejected head was lying, 

Soundlessly on a muted pillow. 

My eyes were wide open, 

Trying to see light in the dark. 

Only drops of tears dropped on the pillow, 

And made some evaporating circular marks. 

I was wondering about my hero, 

What was he doing right then? 

And remembering those happy days of past, 

That washed away with the rain. 

Watching the dream with my eyes open, 

Of spending some happy moments with you. 

If you loose your buttons, 

With care, I will sew. 

My stomach will be starving, 

Until your hands feed me. 

My hands have been paralyzed, 

Without touching you for so long. 

My feet will remain freezed, 

Unless it steps over your feet. 

My hairs will not grow, 

Until you disseminate them with your fingers. 

My eyes will not stop shedding tears, 

Unless they ogale you in silence. 

My window will remain open, 

Until the wind bring me the news of your arrival. 

Two fortnights passed, 

I've not heard your voice. 

My ears are crying for it, 

Thus everything is sounding as noise. 

The sap of my heart is becoming dry, 

Crying each day and night for you. 

I can fight with everyone of this cosmos, 

Only in order to get you. 

When I used to become angry, 

You had told me to count the stars. 

But now I stare at the moon, 

As if it shows you, with it's scars. 

You had asked me to remember few things forever, 

That you'll love me always. 

Also, you'll never leave me any day, 

And this love will never become less. 

Your hug is the pill for my bad health, 

Your 'Bubu' is lying ill, 

Will not you come to hug me tight , 

And make me quite better to feel ? 

My eyes are weeping to see you, 

My lips are waiting to kiss you. 

Oo my baby, please meet me once, 

I will never ever let to go you.......